Dccpestdxrkestdesire - Feed Your Deepest, Darkest Desire

Henry Cavill as Charles Brandon The Tudors (2007-2010)

Camila Morrone

desperately needing you to hold me down and force your huge cock into me while i struggle against your weight and cry from the pain. fuck me till i’m sobbing, choking on my tears, shaking every time you slam in. let me fight against you, try to push you away in vain because my crying only turns you on more. open me up against my will, ruin me, break me in until my cries turn to stupid cumdrunk moans. my eyes roll back as you fuck load after load into me, and you scoff, slapping me harder. you knew i was nothing but a dumb whore after all.

There didn't seem to be much rhyme or reason behind the victims. All that he cared for was the thrill of the moment, the excitement of the memory of it, and a relatively safe environment. There would be no more such fun in prison, so best not to stay out of there. He was sure that he was making it that much harder on himself the more he did this, but the call was irresistible. After this time, he would move states, he told himself, perhaps even countries.

The house was easy to break into: the older windows didn't pose much of a challenge, and climbing up the apartment complex wasn't that hard either. Luckily the girls in here were asleep, and not partying late in the evening like he sometimes had seen. Slowly he walked further into the house, trying not to make the wood creak as much, though this proved inevitable. Fuck, he cursed at himself.

Slowly he opened the door, walking towards the only bed in the room. He found the person stirring in her bed, making him quickly pull out his knife. It glistened in the moonlight, and though the person seemed sleepy at first, she then gave a loud scream. Immediately he dove onto her, grabbing her by her neck and pushing her down flat on the bed again. The knife made swift work of the screaming girl, blood staining the metal as he pumped it up and down into her chest. His black suit was stained in her blood -- he would have to get rid of it afterward.

He immediately turned around when he heard another voice. This person could not see the determination and anger on his face, but his eyes glared at her with a great intensity. While he had not gotten the chance to get a good look at the other girl, this one he found himself staring at. She was more beautiful than any he had ever seen. Yes, she would be perfect, he thought to himself.

He pulled the knife out of Talia, and pushed her body out of her bed, falling onto the ground. He made slow but determined steps toward the new girl. "She is," said a voice, garbled and distorted, down into an unrecognisable sound that was too low for a human throat to produce naturally. "Care to join her?" Out of nowhere, he jumped at her, putting his hand on her mouth and pressing her against the nearest wall behind her. His masked face leaned in closely as the bloodied knife was placed against her throat, close enough that he could slit it if she did anything stupid. The voice changer amplified his soft pants as he leaned in closely, studying her features. "You're too pretty to dispose of immediately."

With those words, he lifted her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed of her former roommate. He quickly got on top of her, repositioning the knife at her throat. His other hand began to feel at her breast, realising how big and soft they were. "Fuck, you're a pretty little thing..." he moaned, already beginning to buck his hips forward, creating some friction, and working on getting himself hard.

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the house was eerily silent, so silent that sydney could hear the creaking of the foundation of her house as it faced the harsh winds coming from outside. rolling on her side, her arm draped over the side of her mattress, restless eyes trained on the space beneath her door frame. the silence was suddenly disturbed, however, by the whining of wood as heavy foot steps made it bend. dark brows furrowed, and sydney slowly sat up, sheets slipping to her waist as she cocked her head at the door. ❛ — talia ?? ❜  sydney called out, wondering if her roommate was having as hard of a time sleeping as her. when no response came, sydney pushed off her covers, bare feet landing upon carpet as she slowly moved towards the door.

as manicured fingers reached for the handle, sydney heard an ear piercing scream — one that sent her staggering back and clutching at the sheer fabric of her nightdress. ❛ talia ?! ❜  she called out again, eyes flying wide, only hesitating a moment longer before grabbing hold of the handle and throwing the door open. the living room was empty, but another scream came, echoing against the decorated walls of their home. sydney's heart sputtered, beating spastically in her chest, her long frame moving quickly across the house towards the door of her longtime roommate. a door in which was cracked open.

❛ talia, why are you — ❜ she started, pushing her hand against wood making the hinges whine as it creaked open, only realizing now how the screaming had ceased. brown eyes widened at the sight she walked into; a dark, figure in an all black ensemble bent over what appeared to be the body of her roommate. scarlet had sprayed the interior of her room, splattered on the carpet and footboard of talia's bed, and puddles of blood pooled at the surface of skin where a knife had seemingly, ruthlessly, punctured her torso — more than once, it seemed... ❛ oh - oh... my god, what — ❜  sydney breathed, pressing a hand to her chest, feeling the pounding of her heart against her palm. she didn't even know what to do with herself right now, feet cemented in place, eyes incapable of moving off of her roommates corpse despite the fact her assailant was still very much in the room — still brandishing the weapon they had used to slaughter her. sydney appeared to be almost... mesmerized by the scene, her lips parted, and not exactly fear in her eyes but... a wickedly morbid curiosity. ❛ is... is she dead ?? ❜ sydney gently inquired the figure, almost sounding entranced, no regard or concern for her own life being at risk — not even thinking about it.

VIGGO MORTENSEN as NIKOLAI Eastern Promises (2007) dir. David Cronenberg